"Mr. President!"
The dressers and the styling department's staff all hurried to the president like ducks waggling their butts. They simultaneously explained what occurred, only to earn the ire of the boss for their incomprehensible tattling.
Athan shoved them away and walked in. He glared at Elise's manager, his eyes narrowing at her pointed finger. The manager nervously folded her trembling finger and lowered her hand. She couldn't meet Athan's cold and domineering gaze so she looked away and whimpered like a scared dog.
"Miss Elise, may I ask why your manager is scolding my secretary?" Athan asked in a cold voice.
Elise obediently and timidly explained what had happened. Knox listened, but when the female omega finished and Athan gave him a chance to explain, he ended up coughing from the strong smell that poured into his nose.
